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when I called out
you couldn’t hear
I turned to talk
but you weren’t there
you left the works
but took the gear
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how I wept
how I cried
I sent for a priest
but none arrived
things were rough
the day I died
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the three great
mysteries life, love and death compass all our little knowledge borne like jewels is of no advantage in the face of the unknown deep in the heart of the sun the sound of tiny hammers beating on golden anvils ring out in a single wavering note they are pounding out our dreams too vague to make sense of and as fleeting as our lives
“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughes
They say cats actually purr as death takes them. That seems a healthy attitude to have. Me, I get apprehensive just thinking about my own mortality. I can’t imagine non existence any more than I can imagine some noncorporeal existence, or reincarnation. I can’t even imagine my final moments, but I’m sure I won’t be purring.
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